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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Full week off',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<img src="/img/CC_BY-SA_4.0/y.st./weblog/2019/02/09.jpg" alt="Still some snow left on the mountain" class="framed-centred-image" width="649" height="480"/>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I dreamed I was solving a series of thefts in some sort of out-of-the-way area, which was pretty much a mini-town in appearance, but it was really more of a tourist trap.
		I finally figured out the last piece.
		There&apos;d been a murder on the set of a television show, and blood had gotten on some of the props.
		The thief was trying to steal these props, which had gotten sold to the greater population, because the television crew hadn&apos;t known about the traces of blood.
		This blood could be used to tie the thief to the murder though, so they wanted those items so they could be disposed of.
		However, there were also identical props sold by the television crew, and there was no way to know which ones had the evidence.
		So the thief was trying to get them all.
	</p>
	<p>
		As soon as I figured out what was going on, people&apos;s purses and backpacks started going missing.
		It was only one at a time though.
		One&apos;d go missing, then in the commotion, that bag&apos;d show up elsewhere nearby, and another would go missing.
		The thief didn&apos;t care about most of the contents, but was only searching the bags for the evidence, then dumping the bags to check more.
		I took my eyes off my own for a couple seconds, and it was the next to disappear.
		I got angry.
		I didn&apos;t realise I was dreaming per se, but I realised I had enough control over the dream scape to put an end to this.
		I erected a bubble-shaped forcefield around the entire mini town, then projected my voice to everyone, saying no one was getting out until the thief had given back what they had stolen.
		That should convince them to give it back, right?
		But then an innocent bystander verbalised fear of starving in here.
		I realised the thief might try to wait out the situation.
		So I started the barrier on a shrinking path, and projected my voice out again, saying the thief only had so much time to comply before they and everyone else was crushed.
		I was bluffing of course, but I hoped it&apos;d be enough.
	</p>
	<p>
		It was.
		The thief brought me back my purse.
		I hadn&apos;t asked for my bag back though.
		I&apos;d asked for what they&apos;d stolen.
		The purse was only <strong>*part*</strong> of what they&apos;d stolen.
		I sent them back to get the rest.
		For some reason, I sat down in the back of someone&apos;s car.
		I told them that the thief was about to bring me the second of three parts of that they&apos;d taken.
		Sure enough, the thief brought me several ski masks they&apos;d been using to hide their identity.
		So I asked for the rest of it.
		They got really angry, claiming that I had seen them take something even though I&apos;d claimed not to have.
		(I don&apos;t recall making such a claim, but I hadn&apos;t actually seen them take anything, I&apos;d only figured out what they were after and seen things show up missing when people turned away from them.)
		They started trying to kill me, though I forget what sort of weapon they were wielding.
		It honestly didn&apos;t leave an impression on me, because I was still able to manipulate the dream scape, and knew I wasn&apos;t in any danger.
		I didn&apos;t seem to exert any of such power, but I held them back with my own arms enough that they couldn&apos;t get at me, even though they&apos;d pinned me to the floor of the car.
		I explained that I hadn&apos;t seen them take it, but I knew what they were searching for: blood-splattered shirts, shirts used as props on the show.
		Eventually, they gave up trying to kill me.
		I don&apos;t recall how, but I ended up with the shirts, and the evidence was used by the police as reasonable cause to put the thief under arrest.
	</p>
	<p>
		The dream started making a lot less sense after that point, so I&apos;ll just end the story here.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="work">
	<h2>Work</h2>
	<p>
		I was worried the boss would have given me the first part of the week off I requested, but not the second part.
		They&apos;ve shown in the past that they can&apos;t keep availability times straight, and time off requests are similar, so I might end up having to go to work tomorrow after all.
		Thankfully, they got it perfect this time, so I have the rest of the week off that the surgeon told me to take.
	</p>
	<p>
		I think recovery&apos;s going well.
		I actually feel good enough to work now, though I really don&apos;t want to.
		There&apos;s a good chance I feel up to more than I actually can handle, but still, I&apos;m not seeing any complications.
		I have no reason to think that if I take the rest of this week off from the stress of work, I won&apos;t recover well.
		I still have the stress of school, but that stress is purely mental and emotional, while the stress at work is physical and emotional.
		(There&apos;s no mental stress at work because my job is so mindless that a zombie could do it.
		Well, I guess the lack of mental involvement causes its own sort of mental stress.)
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			Apache runs on more than just Linux and Windows.
			It runs on nearly any server operating system, which also includes $a[BSD], Solaris, and OS X, among others.
			The freely-licensed source code provides impressive portability between systems.
		</p>
		<p>
			Like you said, Apache is quite secure and reliable, when configured properly.
			It does give you the power to shoot yourself in the foot if you don&apos;t configure it properly, so you do need to disable the parts you aren&apos;t using and properly configure the rest.
			Apache&apos;s modularity makes disabling the parts you don&apos;t need quite easy.
			All you typically need to do is comment out the configuration lines that load the modules you don&apos;t need.
			When I got started with Apache, you also needed to comment out any lines pertaining to those modules and restart, but these days, the default configuration wraps all those settings in conditional blocks that only get run if the appropriate module is loaded.
			It really makes it easy to run what you need and turn off the rest.
			Turning off what you don&apos;t need can also save you some system resources.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
<section id="religion">
	<h2>Religion</h2>
	<p>
		It just occurred to me while reading that the missionaries said everyone could be forgiven for their sins.
		Where is the forgiveness for the devil?
	</p>
</section>
END
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